Hopeless Romantic Definition Novels & Stories

“From all you've said, I doubt you do believe in love.” Alison chuckled bitterly and shook her head. “Love not here ... .try the next person,” she said dramatically. Karen smiled shortly and slowly, her smile faded away. “I actually believe in love, Alison. And I know it might sound cheesy, but I really do…. And I know that someday, it will find me." Alison laughed, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "You're such a hopeless romantic, Karen. I pray love doesn't come to you in the most hurtful way there is, and as for me, I'm not sure I believe in love anymore, not after everything."

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

Except for when they did. It was a rare event in reality; she liked to believe. Choosing to pretend that they were events contained on a screen or a page. One of the few true works of fiction. At least, that was what she told herself. That’s what the hopeless romantic inside her longed to believe- wishing for nothing more to be true. Because if it wasn’t, then that stubborn heart of hers would have to admit something- a thing she never wanted to believe was true. That romance was dead. That love was dead.

Suddenly, a thought clicked in my head. "You know another bonded pair," I asked, understanding finally rearing its head. I hadn't yet used the term that Lissa and I referred to for my tie with death. Shadow Kissed. In research and through a few of the other kingdoms we had come to discover its meaning and association with me, but I didn't think it was a common term, especially among Dhampirs. It would explain how none of this seemed to bother him in the least and he was more responsive than stupefied.

"Whatever do you think? I mean who would ever believe that that word would actually come out of your mouth? You caught me off guard and for a moment I thought I had married a hopeless romantic man." "I am a hopeless romantic." "Then go to sleep, Mr. Hopeless romantic." I replied and covered myself with the comforter again as I turned my back at him. "I am going to let you go this time, because I know that you are too shy to accept what you have just said. But next time, I am going to make sure to taste every part of you," he replied, and I felt him lie down and his arms around me. I didn't object to that because I didn't want to have another conversation with him because I was sure that he w

But I still gave her an answer. “That ‘Romantic comedy’ life is when a girl meets a boy and then they fell in love and then somehow they break up but then she realizes that he was the one and that she had made a big mistake and then she makes some sort of romantic gesture to win him over and they live happily ever after. ” She looked at me like that was the first time she had ever heard that “I can’t believe you right now. Do you know how luck you are?” she asked me.

The weakness only a handful knew and vowed with their lives, not to mention the name ever again. My friends called me a hopeless romantic while others say I’m hopeless in romance. In reality, I am a little of both. For the longest time, I’ve always been looking for THE ONE, delving into every chance with every charming woman I meet. But none of them measured up to her. She was a ghost that lingered every time, haunting me even in my dreams. I wondered what my reaction would be if I saw her for the first time after 8 years of no-contact.

she says, looking at the flowers, 'Daisies and yellow roses? They're my favourite, but why are they here?' 'oh fool! Maybe his girlfriend also loves daisies and yellow roses' Haya thought and then snapped her head towards Maaz "at least now tell me why am I here" Haya asked curiously. "I wanted to confess something" he replies with a smile and Haya raises her eyebrow in a questioning manner. " I'll not beat around the bush and straight come to the point" "I don't know how to make it romantic but -Uhh. I just wanted to say that, since the first day I -I- Ughhh!!" He wasn't able to express his feelings through his words.

LIZA POV I’m a hopeless romantic, I always have been, and I am so used to the feeling. I always wonder about the things I’ve never experienced yet, like the day when I would meet the man in my dreams, my ideal guy, or that special someone. But this world is rude enough for me to wash away that thought. Not everyone is up to endless love. I at the same time, am not too lucky for things like that, well maybe? I had found love before. Well, that was a long time ago and I believe, the past is meant to be forgotten.

Besides, that's the impression you had, wasn't it? [Ah! That's right, why is it such a popular idea among the people in your world then?] / Well… It truly sounds romantic to most, isn't it? The will to lose everything, including your life, for your love. The whole it's only you for me, and me for you, obsession. Thrilling, right? /